Chapter 128, this is the truth!

  Among a group of fashionable urban men and women, standing out is an old and thin Taoist priest who should give people the feeling of a chicken standing among cranes. However, outsiders looking on don't find it strange at all.

  It seems like this Taoist's body is as elusive as a ghost, as if he doesn't exist at all.

  Or, he exists. However, he is just a backdrop, or a landscape, like the red wall, old tree, fake hill and pond fish. Unobtrusive, unostentatious. Harmonious and natural, blending into the surroundings.

  The Taoist seemed to recognize Qin Luo, and looked at him with a benevolent smile. The smile was like a flower carved on the cement floor, existing solidly but rarely being noticed or appreciated.

  Qin Luo was like being cast with a fixed magic spell, wanting to move but unable to. There were many words he wanted to say, but they got stuck in his throat and no sound came out.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen. We are going to the next scenic spot----Gegere's martial arts arena." The tour guide saw that the tourists she brought were all surrounded by people watching and taking pictures, unwilling to leave, so she shouted hoarsely with a loudspeaker.

  If we continue to delay like this, there won't be enough time to visit all the remaining scenic spots.

  The crowd was in an uproar. A large portion of the people followed the tour guide and walked inside, while a small number of stubborn individuals were more interested in the filming on this side and refused to leave, sticking their heads out of the window.

  It wasn't until the main troops had left that Qin Luo suddenly discovered that he had lost sight of the Taoist priest.

  He hastily grabbed his writing brush and rushed outside.

  "Qin Luo! Qin Luo! What's wrong? What happened?" Lian Jin Cheng exclaimed, seeing the unusual expression on Qin Luo's face.

  "Qin Luo, are you okay?" Chen Siyuan asked as she ran to the window.

  "I'm fine. I'll be back soon." Qin Luo said, then turned around and chased after the crowd that had just left without looking back.

  How can someone disappear in just the blink of an eye?

  Qin Luo did not find the old Taoist in the crowd, and could only leave the tourist group to run towards the curved corridor on the left. Where there was a stone pavilion, used for watching flowers and appreciating the moon at Gege.

  Suddenly, Qin Luo saw a Taoist priest standing in a pavilion by the water, with an ethereal and majestic demeanor. The sword without a scabbard slung over his back added a hint of ferocity to his otherwise elegant aura.

  Qin Luo walked over with big strides, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, heavily knocking three loud heads.

  A life-saving favor is like being reborn. Never mind just a few slaps, even if Qin Luo had to kneel here and kowtow for three days and three nights, he would have no complaints.

  Born with yang pulse, a terminal illness. A medical genius of the generation, known as the 'King of Medicine', Qin Zhong was also helpless.

  To treat his grandson's strange illness, Qin Zhen took little Qin Luo on a journey to visit famous doctors everywhere. However, those people would only shake their heads and sigh after feeling Qin Luo's pulse.

  "The heavenly yang pulse is about to be severed. It's not something that can be reversed by human effort." An old man, whose age couldn't be discerned, said this to Qin Zhuang.

  Qin Luo saw that his grandfather, who never admitted defeat, was looking up with a face full of tears. He stood in front of the dry well in the courtyard all night, and when Qin Luo got up the next day, he saw that his grandfather's hair and eyebrows were wet with dew from the mountain, condensed into beads.

  That was Qin Luo's first clear feeling of heartache. That was heartache.

  It was also on that nameless mountain that Qin Luo, who had gone out alone, met this nameless and surname-less Taoist priest.

  He saw Qin Luo for the first time and, like those hidden divine doctors, he also took his pulse, then repeatedly exclaimed in surprise and shook his head with a sigh.

  "I know I'm going to die." Qin Luo said with a face full of grievances, though he was small in stature, he didn't fear strangers.

  "Are you afraid of death?" The Taoist didn't expect this little kid to initiate a conversation with him, and what's more, they were discussing the mysterious topic of life and death.

  "I'm not afraid. But I don't want to die," Qin Luo said.

  How could he be willing to die? He had such a happy family and loved ones who cared for him so much. If he died, wouldn't he never see them again?

  "You're quite frank," said the Taoist with a smile.

  "I'm almost a dead man, what's there to be afraid of being frank?" Qin Luo said angrily. He thought the old man's smile was extremely despicable.

  Everyone else is about to die, and he's still over there smiling foolishly at people. I really want to slap his face hard with my palm ----- if only I could reach him.

  The old Taoist looked at Qin Luo with a surprised expression, this child's mind is simply extraordinary.

  The old Taoist thought for a moment and said: "I can spare your life."

  "You're cheating." Qin Luo said with a pout.

  "You haven't even tried it, how do you know I'm deceiving you?" The old Taoist stared at Qin Luo and said.

  "Grandpa and those divine doctors couldn't cure me. How can you possibly cure me?" Look, our male lead knows how to use the provocative method at a young age.

  "The Tao is infinite and has countless subtle wonders, with countless methods and techniques. How can it be compared to ordinary medical skills?" The old Daoist explained with a smile all over his face, as if he never gets angry.

  "It's superstitious nonsense, I don't believe it. Grandfather said so, can't be superstitious." Qin Luo said with a smirk.

  After hearing Qin Luo's words, the old Taoist priest wanted to slap his butt and leave.

  But after hesitating for a moment, he said: "To know each other is to have fate. I'll give you two volumes of books. If you practice diligently every day, it will surely save your life."

  Then the old man dropped two thin booklets and fled in a hurry.

  These two books are the "Daoist Twelve Brocade Exercises" and "Guiding Body Techniques" that Qin Luo has been practicing continuously ever since. The former lays the foundation and regulates, while the latter strengthens the body. The two complement each other, allowing Qin Luo's life to survive until now.

  Later, the Qin family also made great efforts to find this Taoist priest. However, they searched in vain. Qin Luo remembered the Taoist's great kindness, and more than a decade passed without another chance encounter.

  "Thank you, Master, for saving my life. I will never forget this kindness as long as I live." Qin Luo looked up at the old Taoist and said.

  The old Taoist turned around, smiling at Qin Luo. More than a decade had passed, and Qin Luo had grown from a sickly little scamp into a handsome young man, yet his appearance hadn't changed in the slightest.

  It was precisely because he hadn't changed that Qin Luo was able to recognize him at a glance.

  "Master? I recall, we didn't actually record our master-disciple relationship?" The old Taoist said with a smile.

  "The feelings of a preacher, the kindness of saving lives. Should be respected as a teacher." Qin Luo said.

  The old Taoist smiled and said: "Saving you is just for accumulating good deeds. You shouldn't have such great luck."

  "Anyway, at least I'm still alive now." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  The old Taoist nodded and said, "In the midst of obscurity, there is a heavenly will. Thirteen years ago, I saw you who were about to die prematurely. Thirteen years later, we meet again. Our affinity is indeed not shallow."

  The old Taoist took a step forward and pulled Qin Luo up from the ground. Then his hands skillfully pressed onto the acupoints on Qin Luo's wrist.

  It slightly touched, and then let go. Said: "Tianyang Jue Mai is indeed overbearing. More than a decade of 'Dao Family Twelve Brocade' has been tempered, yet it still hasn't dissipated that pure yang spirit. It seems that, just like the legend says, one must find a pure yin body to succeed."

  Qin Luo sighed and said: "Let's just follow our fate. Didn't Master say that there is a predetermined number in the dark?"

  "Opportunities come one after another. When the time is right, fate will follow. No need to rush." The old Taoist priest comforted him saying.

  "I'm not in a hurry. It's not easy to see Master once, so I must ask Master to stay in Yanjing for a few more days, and let the disciples show their filial piety." Qin Luo said with a respectful face. This was all his true words.

  Owing someone a favor is like borrowing someone's debt. Even if you can't repay it all at once, you should still give them some interest first.

  Qin Luo's life was saved by this old Taoist priest, and it would be good to keep him here, letting him live out his days in peace.

  The old Taoist saw Qin Luo's sincerity and said in a gentle voice, "How can a person seeking the Way stay in one place? The Way is to be sought after, if you don't seek it, how can you attain it?"

  Qin Luo was really fed up with this Buddha stuff. In the past, when his grandfather had him practice calligraphy, it was always copying classics like "Tao Te Ching" and "Diamond Sutra", which were profound and abstruse scriptures. However, every time he finished copying a scripture, he would get a splitting headache, as if he was going to die. It wasn't until much later that he gradually got used to this kind of torture.

  Now, this old Taoist is talking about the will of heaven and other things, he once again has a kind of drowsy feeling.

  "What is Master looking for?" Qin Luo asked with a stiff upper lip.

  "The Way of Heaven."

  "What is Tianji Dao? What kind of Tao is this?" Qin Luo felt like he was playing a game of wordplay with someone.

  The Tianji is the Tao, and it's also a sect. The Taoist sect I belong to is the Tianji Sect. The Tianji Sect regards Li Chunfeng, a Daoist of the Zhenyuan era of the Tang Dynasty, as its ancestral master, seeking cause and effect, and exploring the heavenly mechanism as the foundation of the Tao.

  Although Qin Luo did not understand Taoism, he had heard his grandfather mention Li Chunfeng. Li Chunfeng was a famous astrologer during the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty and the author of "Tui Bei Tu".

  "The Tui Bei Tu" was used to calculate the fate of the Tang Dynasty. Because Li Chunfeng one day observed the celestial phenomena and learned that Empress Wu would seize power, he suddenly became interested and started calculating. Who knew that he got hooked on it and couldn't stop, and actually calculated the fate of China for over 2000 years after the Tang Dynasty, until Yuan Tian Gang pushed his back and said "The heavenly secret cannot be revealed again, let's go back and rest", as described in the 60th image. This is how "Tui Bei Tu" got its name.

  "How did Master end up in Yanjing? And with so many people seeking the Tao together?" Qin Luo asked with a smile. He had just seen the Daoist priest standing with the tour group, and felt that this old man's mind was still quite open, and he was traveling with the group.

  "The Tao is everywhere." The old Taoist said disapprovingly. "These mountains, these waters, these pavilions and buildings, not a single one is without reason. If there's an opportunity, it's also okay to listen to others' reasoning."

  "Is it just the way?"

  "That's right."

  "What is reason?"

  The old Taoist smiled and suddenly drew his sword with a reverse grip.

  Ptoo!

  A dragon's roar, shimmering silver light.

  The old Taoist priest slashed a sword and then pointed to the flying insect that had been cut in half on the ground, saying to Qin Luo: "This is the truth."

  (PS: The second update is delivered. You are heaven, you are earth, you are crazy demons. The votes from brothers are too fierce. Summon the third ten thousand red tickets this month.)